The World of Bengtieli: They All Have designs on me

He...he just...kissed...my foot?! And he even said that!

An indescribable electric current surged from the soles of my feet, instantly engulfing my entire body!

Shame, shock, disbelief, and a strange, amplified pleasure from the shadow personality that made her panic! "Ah!" Pera let out a short scream, abruptly pulling her feet back and squeezing her legs even tighter.

Only she knew that between her tightly pressed thighs, the small piece of fabric had become uncontrollably soaked. Above the table, Hook and Clara exchanged a glance.

Hook's lips curled into a knowing, wicked smile, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

Clara looked at her big red eyes, seemingly understanding but not quite, but she could sense that her brother, Luo Ning, had done something "special" to her sister, Pera.

As expected! Luo Ning couldn't hold back any longer!

Hook chuckled inwardly, thinking that this "Super Adventure Chess" was truly a stroke of genius! She cleared her throat, breaking the momentary tension.

Chapter 144 Undercurrents Under the Table! Pera's Secret Garden! (Seeking monthly votes at the beginning of the month)

Looking at Pella's pitiful appearance, which was almost on the verge of tears, and Clara, who was also only wearing her underwear, Hook's eyes darted around. He cleared his throat and broke the somewhat stagnant air in the room.

"Oh dear, it seems that Sister Pera is having some bad luck. If this continues, you and Clara won't have any clothes to wear!"

"How about this, let's change the game!" Hook slapped the table, attracting everyone's attention. "Let's change the rules a little! Whoever loses next time has to crawl under the table until someone else loses in the next round, then they can come out and replace them! How about that? That way you won't have to take your clothes off anymore, and it's fairer for you two, right?"

Her words sounded as if she were thinking of Pera and Clara, who had very few clothes left, but the underlying sarcasm in her tone was far from innocent.

Under the table?

Luo Ning's heart skipped a beat, and she immediately understood her sister Hook's "good intentions".

The thick wooden table, with its draped tablecloth, was practically a natural barrier, a private little space where one could do whatever they wanted! "Great! This is fun!" Luo Ning clapped her hands immediately, her face showing just the right amount of innocent excitement. "If you lose, you play hide-and-seek! I love it!"

Pera was in a state of extreme shame and panic at the moment, and subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief when she heard that she didn't have to take off her clothes anymore.

Although crawling under the table was a bit strange, it was much better than continuing to expose her body in front of everyone. She nodded almost inaudibly, "...Um. Okay..."

Clara looked at this and then that, not quite understanding why the rules needed to change, but since everyone else agreed, she obediently nodded: "Oh...okay."

"Then it's settled!" Hook waved his hand triumphantly. "The game continues!" The ball started rolling on the table again.

This time, Luo Ning seemed a little "absent-minded," deliberately slowing down his step count and "accidentally" stopping at a place where he could obviously skip the trap square.

"Oops! Wrong way!" He slapped his head in annoyance.

"Haha! Little brother Luo Ning, you lost!" Hook immediately pointed at him, laughing heartily. "Quick, follow the rules and get under the table!" "Okay..." Luo Ning obediently responded, nimbly sliding off the stool and ducking under the table.

The heavy tablecloth hung down, blocking out the outside view and instantly bringing Luo Ning into a dark little world filled with a warm and ambiguous atmosphere.

The lighting was dim, and only the table legs and the calves of Clara and Pera on the opposite side could be vaguely seen.

Clara's calves were slender and straight, her skin a healthy honey color, her small feet resting on the floor, her toes curling nervously. Meanwhile, on Pera's side... Lonin's breath hitched slightly.

Because of the previous game, her shoes and socks were nowhere to be found.

At that moment, her fair and delicate little feet were on the floor not far from him. Her ankles were slender with a beautiful curve, and her insteps were smooth and had a healthy pinkish hue.

Looking up, there were equally fair calves with firm lines. Further up... they were obscured by the shadow of the skirt and the tablecloth, but the breathtaking curves were still faintly visible even in the dim light.

Even worse, because of her curled-up posture after losing the game, Pera's legs were now together with her knees slightly bent, and from this angle, Luo Ning could almost see... the edge of the light-colored lace covering the mysterious garden.

The air was filled with a faint, lingering scent of a young girl's body, the afterglow of previous pleasure, and a unique aroma that blended together with Pera's distinctive scent.

Luo Ning's heart began to race.

Like a little animal that has discovered treasure, he silently shifted his body, moving closer to Pella. Above the table, the game continued.

The sounds of Hook and Clara tossing the pieces, and the sounds of the pieces moving, all seemed somewhat distant.

Pera sat upright, her hands nervously resting on her knees, trying to appear calm, but her slightly trembling fingertips and constantly shifting gaze betrayed her unease.

Just then, a warm little hand, without warning, gently covered her smooth instep!

Pera's body stiffened abruptly, as if struck by lightning! An indescribable tingling sensation instantly surged from the soles of her feet throughout her entire body! She almost cried out in surprise, her mouth slightly open, but she bit her lower lip tightly to prevent the shameful sound from escaping. "Sister Pera, what's wrong?" Clara noticed her unusual behavior and asked in confusion.

"No. It's nothing!" Pera's voice trembled noticeably, her cheeks flushed instantly, and she even stammered, "It's just my legs. My legs are a little numb from sitting for too long..."

She forced a smile that looked worse than a grimace, pressing her hands hard against her knees, trying to stop the uncontrollable trembling in her body.

"Oh." Clara nodded as if she understood, but didn't ask any further questions. Hook, sitting opposite her, curled up a knowing, mischievous smile.

She glanced under the table; though she couldn't see anything, she could perfectly imagine what was happening. Her brother, Luo Ning, certainly hadn't "disappointed" her!

Pera felt like she was going crazy! How...how dare he?!

Under the table… In front of Hook and Clara…touched…touched my feet?! This is simply…unheard of! Absolutely audacious!

Shame, anger, panic... countless emotions churned within her, leaving her mind blank. Yet, the warmth and gentle touch of that small hand remained so vividly clear.

The touch of skin, so different from that of an adult man and possessing a delicate, boyish quality, gave her an extremely strange feeling. The voice belonging to "Shadow Pella" in her mind suddenly screamed with excitement.

"Hehe, can you feel it? Pera? Isn't it exciting? It's much more exciting than those novels you read, right? Your little brother's hands are so soft and warm... Don't resist, relax and enjoy it... He's so cute, he's just touching your feet. Look how devout he was when he kissed your feet just now."

Do not!no!

Pera shook her head vigorously, trying to dispel the thoughts that made her blush.

But while she was struggling internally, the wicked little hand did not stay on her instep.

Like a nimble little snake, it moved slowly and inch by inch upwards along her slender ankle, carrying an undeniable sense of exploration.

My fingertips glide across the smooth, delicate skin of my calves, bringing a shivering, itchy, and tingling sensation.

Pera held her breath instantly, her eyes widening as she stared at the table, as if she could see through the wood to the hand that was roaming over her leg.

Her body froze completely, her blood seemed to freeze, or perhaps it all rushed to her face and the place where that hand was exploring. What was he going to do next?!

That little hand, with pure curiosity and an unwavering determination, reached past her calf and onto the soft skin behind her slightly bent knee.

His fingertips gently pressed and kneaded there, as if feeling the pulse beneath her skin. Pera felt her knees buckle, and she almost lost her balance.

She gritted her teeth so hard that her nails almost dug into her palms, barely managing to keep quiet. However, this was only the beginning.

The small hand lingered behind her knee for a moment, then, as if it wasn't enough, it slowly and firmly moved towards the core of her thigh... that more private and sensitive area...

Pera's heart was pounding so hard it felt like it would burst out of her throat, and a surge of heat uncontrollably rose from her lower abdomen, instantly turning the small piece of fabric between her legs into a muddy mess.

She finally understood. Her mind stopped thinking, leaving only boundless shame and a sense of panic and helplessness at being utterly violated yet powerless to resist.

PS: Brothers, I'm asking for your monthly tickets at the beginning of the month. The monthly tickets have been refreshed, so please vote if you have any. Because I'm writing two books at the same time, the updates are a little slow, but I'll make up for it gradually. There will be one more update today, so please vote for me!

Chapter 145 Under the Table in Turmoil! The Clerk Has Fallen!

"Sister Pera, what a mess!"

Hook's voice rang out again, clearly urging him on, his bright eyes sparkling with anticipation, obviously aware of what was happening under the table.

Pera's body jerked again; the stimulation from the small hand roaming her inner thigh made it almost impossible for her to concentrate. She responded hastily, her voice barely audible: "I...I'll be right there."

She lowered her head, her face flushed red, almost dripping from her cheeks, her nose almost touching the full outline of her chest. Luo Ning, my little brother, is too audacious!

What does this mean? How can you just pinch someone's thigh like that?

And it happened in front of Hook and Clara... Wasn't he afraid of being discovered?

I am, after all, an intelligence officer of the Silver Guard. Although Luo Ning is a hero of Belloborg and is indeed very cute, the age difference is too great!

It absolutely cannot be like what's written in those romance novels...

"Hehe... What are you afraid of, Pella?" The voice of "Shadow Pella" began to entice in her mind again. "Look how much he likes you. Otherwise, why would he risk being discovered to secretly touch you? After all these years, you've finally met a boy who makes your heart flutter. Although he's a bit young, isn't that exciting? Why not just go with the flow and devour him! With that little body of his, he'll definitely be very obedient."

No! I can't think about it anymore!

Pera shook her head, trying to banish the increasingly explicit thoughts.

Hook was practically bursting with laughter at Pera's flustered and blushing appearance. Pera was looking down, her erection almost buried in her full, snow-white breasts.

The slender legs under the table were frantically trying to dodge, but dared not make any big movements for fear of attracting Clara's attention, so they could only move little by little in vain.

That contradictory look of both resistance and hidden anticipation was so interesting!

Pera suppressed the tingling and itching sensation in her groin, took a deep breath, and reached out with trembling hands to grab the scepter on the table.

She closed her eyes and, almost instinctively, threw the shovel with all her might. However, just as the shovel slipped from her grasp and rolled across the table—

The small hand that had been tentatively probing her inner thigh seemed to receive some signal and suddenly accelerated upwards!

With nimble fingertips, almost without any resistance, they crossed the last line of defense made of thin fabric and explored that warm, moist, mysterious garden that had never been touched by the opposite sex before!

"Woo!"

A short, suppressed sob, tinged with a hint of crying, escaped from Pella's tightly clenched lips.

Her body seemed to have all its strength drained away, and she leaned forward abruptly, barely managing to stay upright by bracing herself on the table with her hands. Her entire upper body was trembling violently.

His eyes behind the glasses widened instantly, veiled by a thick mist, filled with disbelief and overwhelming shame. He... he actually...

"Sister Pera, what's wrong?!"

Clara was startled by Pera's reaction and asked with concern, her red eyes filled with worry.

Hook, barely suppressing a laugh, nudged Clara with his elbow: "It's alright, it's alright. Sister Pera's legs probably went numb earlier and she hasn't recovered yet. Let's continue watching the game!"

Her gaze swept over the rolling points on the table, then glanced meaningfully at what was under the table. Pera, at that moment, had no time to care what the points were.

Her whole world seemed to consist only of that little hand under the table, voting in her most private place.

Those unfamiliar fingertips, carrying the unique warmth of a young boy, were gently and tentatively plucking and kneading the sensitive petals with a pure curiosity.

Each touch felt like an electric current, instantly coursing through her entire body, making her scalp tingle, her toes curl up, and a strange emptiness and longing welling up inside her.

Her cheeks were flushed as if they were burning, her breathing was rapid and disordered, her chest heaved violently, and even her ample breasts, which were only covered by her underwear, swayed with her movements.

She wanted to push him away, to scream, to escape this situation that made her feel so ashamed she was about to die. But her body was as limp as a lump of mud, and she couldn't muster any strength.

Even amidst the boundless shame and panic, a strange pleasure, amplified infinitely by the shadow personality, both terrifying and intoxicating, was surging from the place being played with, making her inner thighs uncontrollably become even more muddy.

She could only keep her head down, her hands gripping the edge of the table tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force, choking back all her gasps and cries, as the seemingly harmless little boy boldly and recklessly explored and manipulated her most private parts under the table.

A game? What game? She had completely forgotten.

Her mind went blank, leaving only the increasingly clear and intense stimulation that dragged her into an endless vortex of senses.

Chapter 146 The Lingering Fragrance of Food, Hook Takes His Seat

"Hmm!"

A shorter, more suppressed "loud" escaped from Pella's throat, accompanied by the faint sound of the pendant being suddenly clenched. The ivory-white pendant in her hand was almost crushed by her unconscious force.

Hook keenly noticed this slight change, along with Pera's body that tensed up and then went limp in an instant. She chuckled mischievously, "Oh dear? Sister Pera, why are you reacting so strongly? Did you find some good points that made you so excited?"

Pera's cheeks were flushed red, and her ears and neck were like overcooked shrimp. Sweat soaked the stray hairs on her forehead and clung to her skin.

Her lips moved as she tried to say something to cover it up, but the stimulation from the wicked little hand under the table was too intense, making it impossible for her to form a complete sentence.

“Hmm… it is quite big…” Pera’s voice was muffled, with a heavy nasal tone and a slight, almost imperceptible tremor in her face. “No. But Hook, the chess piece you… the one you touched… it seems… not small either.”

Upon hearing this, not only was Pella stunned, but even Hook was slightly taken aback.

She glanced instinctively under the table, her heart skipping a beat. How did Pera know? Could she see?

Hook had indeed been distracted, his finger secretly reaching towards Luo Ning, curiously touching the hard object in his pants pocket, wondering if he was hiding something fun. Had Pella seen it? Or…? Was Sister Pella referring to some other “pawn”?

Hook's mind raced, but his face remained impassive, and he smiled even more broadly: "What are you saying, Sister Pera? I haven't even rolled the pieces yet, so how can I know the size of the pieces? But you, why is your face so red? Even if you get a good number, you don't need to get this excited, do you? You're almost as excited as a steam robot!"

"I...I didn't!" Pera hurriedly denied, but only made the situation seem more suspicious. She felt like she was being driven crazy by this double shock.

Under the table, the owner of that small hand seemed to feel that exploring with just her fingers wasn't enough, and actually... actually lowered her head slightly...

A warm, soft touch unexpectedly pressed against the edge of that most delicate, most sensitive petal!

Pera shuddered violently, as if struck by an invisible bolt of lightning!

An indescribable, intense shame and tingling sensation overwhelmed her reason like a burst dam! She bit her lower lip hard, tasting the faint metallic flavor of blood, barely managing to suppress a scream.

His eyes, behind the glasses, were wide open, brimming with tears. He...he actually...used...his mouth.

"Hehehe." In her mind, the voice belonging to "Shadow Pella" laughed even more unrestrainedly and sharply. "Can you feel it, Pella? Little brother's tongue, isn't it more powerful than fingers? So soft, so wet, so good at licking... My God, you're all wet down there... Don't hold back, scream it out, let them hear how our pure intelligence officer, Celestial Being, is driven mad by a little boy under the table."